They say that there comes a point in your life when you have to choose. What exactly do I choose? Do I choose him? Will he choose me?
Our first meeting saw me in the throws of imagination
Wondering about naughty possibilities with you.
You should see my endless torment all those years ago.
There comes a time in one’s life when choices are made for them
The Universe seeing how tired you are at mucking up everything decides to come to your rescue.
On the brink of giving up on ever feeling again, of ever entertaining the thought of letting someone get so close again, I walked right into you. Without any possible inclination that I would have difficulty getting you off my mind, I want to run into you.
With effortless strokes, you engage and enhance my peace
With pointed stances you shed knowledge, common and pristine
Your cultured ways give you a mark so indelible I want it imprinted on the four chambers of my heart
The pinnacle of my being.
I love your solitude
I engage your strength, and your captivating palette when your passion comes to the surface.
I am here lying in bed after a day with you, tossing and turning in my head and what do I do?
I write about you. I need you out of my head and unto my skin, leaving your mark with every trace of your lips.
My mental state is persistent and I enjoy every thrust you will bring.
Your mental state has a purpose and with every inhaled breath you create a consuming throng that can only be desired by the one imprinted on you.
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